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The terrain was so rough with jagged high crags and rocks, that no one could camp any where near, and thus I would be isolated there, or so I thought, until the weekend which would be the Fourth of July.
The lake was small, about a half by half mile, squarish and I was on the south side facing north, on a little sandy flat outcrop about thirty feet above the water. This was reached through a narrow rock strewn and low leafage little valley, between craggy not high ridges on either side, the one to the west ending in flat, vertical stone face wall, at the sandy outcrop of the tiny flat camp-site.
The first two days were windy and the lake was constantly rippled and choppy so that I was not able to discern the true scope of this water world. The most interesting event of this stay was that a couple of group leaders, around twenty years old, showed up and said they were taking a bunch of kids in for some swimming and we made some small conversation. They left and a few minutes later I could watch about a dozen high school age kids, snaking their way single file through the boulders, on the west side. They climbed to a high solid stone bluff which had to be fifty feet up with a sheer drop into the water.
When they arrived one of the older leaders ran for the cliff edge and jumped feet first into the crystalline aqua colored water, emerging with a number of yells and began swimming across the lake. Then the second leader went off and when he came up he began yelling at the others to follow.
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